Chased By The Alpha Who Loathed Me

Chased By The Alpha Who Loathed Me

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Having stripped off the Luna position because of her husband's death, Ophelia is made a rogue by her late husband's half-brother after he takes over the Alpha throne. She's been struggling to make ends meet until one year later, someone shows up at the tavern where she works with the news, "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Mystified, Ophelia didn't know whether to be sated or frightened. She shifted into her wolf and ran to the council hall in fast gallops, only to see the man she mourned for one year because he wasn't completely hers. Finlay Dupree wasn't dead, he was the only survivor of the death trap set by the Barbarian pack members. He was interrogated by the elders because he was believed to be dead after his headless body was buried and funeral rites were performed. Ophelia reclaims her position as Luna over the Crimson Paw pack, however something doesn't seem right with the Alpha. Dislike was a mutual feeling and common between them, because Ophelia was married off to Finlay as a debt repayment owed by her father. Finlay had a mistress whom he loved. However, he's been a different person since his return. Showing interest in Ophelia and becoming more considerate than normal. Ophelia is still having doubts about him, but the redness in his eyes when he shifts into his wolf gives out that he's truly an Alpha. Truly, an Impostor wouldn't uphold such supremacy? Aside that, the man is hell-bent on making her fall in love with him. Now, is he truly Alpha Finlay who's changed after survival? Or an Impostor trying to make her believe his lie so he'd never get caught?

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1: His Disdain

Ophelia thought the orange evening sun was capable of making expectations come to pass with speedy manifestations, although it wasn't a commonly-held belief. It was her mental acceptance of a claim as truth, contrary to empirical evidence. As a child, her fabricated thoughts were bothersome to her family members because she conversed mostly with her imaginary friends rather than actual people. Letting out a little breathy sigh, she looked away from the window to avert her attention back to finish the last knitting of a toddler's cuddly cap. Fighting against the urge to be sentimental because she yearned to conceive a child. "Irene, will this be befitting for Seb?" Ophelia paused knitting to stretch outward the cap to her maid who was sprawled over the floor, giving her foot gentle assaults. "Yes, my Luna." Irene concurred flippantly. "Bless thy hand for whatever it touches, births unexplainable magic." The corners of Ophelia's lips stretched into a tiny smile as she carried on knit

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Wordsmith91
To all my old readers, please contact online support if most of the chapters are blank.
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125 Chapters

1: His Disdain

Ophelia thought the orange evening sun was capable of making expectations come to pass with speedy manifestations, although it wasn't a commonly-held belief. It was her mental acceptance of a claim as truth, contrary to empirical evidence. As a child, her fabricated thoughts were bothersome to her family members because she conversed mostly with her imaginary friends rather than actual people. Letting out a little breathy sigh, she looked away from the window to avert her attention back to finish the last knitting of a toddler's cuddly cap. Fighting against the urge to be sentimental because she yearned to conceive a child. "Irene, will this be befitting for Seb?" Ophelia paused knitting to stretch outward the cap to her maid who was sprawled over the floor, giving her foot gentle assaults. "Yes, my Luna." Irene concurred flippantly. "Bless thy hand for whatever it touches, births unexplainable magic." The corners of Ophelia's lips stretched into a tiny smile as she carried on knit
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2: Death

Ophelia's bad mood turned sour when she saw Finlay hungrily kissing Elodie, his mistress. His large hand cupped the swell of her butt through her skirt as they attacked their mouths like lions. She was used to this. She reminded herself. But why did she always feel pain? The only feeling she shared with Finlay was the mutual feeling of dislike. Aside from that, nothing more. There was no love or affection. Why then did she feel as though her heart was continually getting pierced with closely packed needles? It was because she knew her husband cared for his mistress more than her. She was just there to perform Luna's duties, while Elodie was the woman who had his heart. They literally did everything together. Fought by each other's side because Elodie was masculine and could easily tackle a powerful man. While she, Ophelia was the homely, fragile wife with delicate hands and a weak wolf because she came from the Omega family. Finlay backed Elodie at a wall and did so many unspeakabl
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3: Unexpected News

Listen to Paradise - Coldplay The tavern was booming with middle-aged and old folks. Gambling and arm-wrestling, getting drunk from an ale, or telling mythical tales. And the music was pleasant to the ears. Mournful strings from the cello accompanied by a non-stop beat of the drum and blowing of duduk and large horns. Women had their skirts held up as they did foot tap dance with men who wore high-edge boots solely for such entertainment. Cheers rose in the atmosphere when someone jumped on top of a table, shifted into his wolf, raised his fours, and released a loud howl. Ophelia walked around in a brown hooded cloak that hid her long, curly red hair as she refilled the customers' cups with ale. "Over here, woman. Cup's empty and my belly's protruding, but I'm not done drinking." Someone called the attention of Ophelia and as she whirled around to attend to the man, she felt a rough snack on her butt. Her mouth parted in shock because she wasn't expecting that. This place was k
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4: Alpha Finlay

Ophelia thought she probably misheard the boy. Finlay couldn't be alive, could he? Perhaps Hamilton had too much ale to drink and was talking nonsense. But the lad appeared clear-eyed. "My Luna," Hamilton took a step forward to her, while the crowd stared back in wonder. "Maria cannot possibly be the former Luna, could she?" Arthur asked no one in particular. He knew something was fishy about her but never thought she'd come from a place that reeked of wealth and authority. And Ophelia decided it was best she let herself be known. She took the hoodie off, revealing her long red hair, then she proceeded to peel off the fake brows and remove the fake moles. Several gasps boom through the thin walls of the seemingly heated tavern, because realization stroke through them that Ophelia was truly the former Luna over the Crimson Paw pack. "What did you say about my husband, Hamilton?" She asked the boy who gave her a firm head bow as a greeting. "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Hamil
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5: Or An Impostor?

Finlay let guards lead him out of the dungeon like a thief, although he wasn't beaten. They took him as an Impostor but were scared of what he could do because they knew he was an Alpha. Although no one had anything valid proof of not being Alpha Finlay, they just thought of him as an Impostor because no one thought of a man with the same face as the late Alpha, to show up. Finlay was led into the council hall that boomed with hundreds of his pack members. The crowd broke into a collective gasp. This from those who were just seeing him for the first time. There was murmuring from the entourage, Finlay used his ears to pick out statements like; "That's him, he's alive. Alpha Finlay is alive." "Poor man is being bound in chains because they're afraid of what he might do, mostly his half-brother who governs the pack uselessly." "Yes, they don't want him to claim what's rightfully his. But the moon goddess will be the dictator tonight." "I don't care if he's an Impostor or not, he
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6: Do You Remember?

It was dawn and Finlay hadn't slept a wink ever since he was escorted to the castle with an unconscious Ophelia in his arms. The council of elders denied him of gaining full access to his home because there was still a need for proper interrogation to confirm if he was truly Alpha Finlay. His insensitive half-brother, Cestus was exasperated and ordered the guards to kill him, but the entourage was against this.Outside, the metal door was guarded because he was still under arrest, it even took some pleading before they let him take his wife into the servants' quarters at the castle's premises.Although more than half of his pack members believed he was truly Finlay, the rest were skeptical because the man who was buried a year ago had the same physique as Finlay but was without a head.Still, he knew they would believe him so time later.He was doing just fine already.Finlay remained on the only stool in the room the entire night as he stared at the unconscious frame of his wife. No
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7: His To Claim

"I believe you're willing to accept the penalty of death if you answer these questions incorrectly?" Elder Festus asked. Finlay paused for a moment, from where he stood in front of the crowd. They were gathered yet again for his interrogation and today was his last straw. He knew that forgetting somethings would cost him his head. "Yes, my lord." Finlay gave the elder a firm head bow, then let his eyes rest on the council of elders. "What is the Dupree's heirloom?" "A patchwork gothic moon was crafted by my half-Scottish half-British sixth grandfather, Elrod Dupree and he passed it onto Dankworth who was next in line to the Alpha throne. Dankworth died from a plague by the moon goddess because of his cruelty, so Whitlock, his younger brother was crowned Alpha and so was the patchwork gothic moon handed over to Carnel Dupree who was the crippled Alpha. He was known to be impotent and couldn't pregnant his own wife so was he childless until the Sun God aligned with the Moon goddess t
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8: Foreign Sentiment

Ophelia walked into her old chambers and saw the servants set to work. It was literally empty with dust and cobwebs gracing every bit of it. The one place of comfort and solitude looked like where a madman spent many nights. The air emitting in the ambiance was awful like that of several decaying rats. Before, there was a giant bed in the middle with royal pillows and a duvet. Her most prized possessions, a fireplace, and a small library with a stack of books because she hated going to the library room to read since she preferred the comfort of her room. Her balcony was empty, with no chairs and table, nor the telescope her younger sister gifted her. Cestus Dupree ruined the place after kicking her out. So this is it? She inwardly muttered to herself after heaving deeply. Her legs did a little bit of fright-dance because she was to resume her duties to her husband from now on. The thought of him visiting her at night was enough to transport chills down her spine. Because she had a
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9: The Trouble With Settling

Continuation..."You cleaned up nicely, my lord." She broke the silence, trying to be bold because she didn't want him to know how unsettled he was."Yes. You didn't join me and the others for lunch. May I know why?" There was this quiet mysteriousness surrounding Finlay. He wasn't like this before. Possibly the tortures he suffered changed a tad of him."I wasn't hungry, my lord." She answered, avoiding his gaze. And instantly regretted it because her stomach gave off a loud rumbling sound.Finlay scoffed, curled his hand into a fist, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it as he observed her for a second. Her cheeks were completely flushed from embarrassment."Are you avoiding me, Ophelia?""What? No." She feigned being surprised but her left eye twitched."You've always been one bad liar," he chuckled. "Your left eye always twitches when you lie."Ophelia looked away from his gaze and then tucked a few strands of red curls behind her ear, "why are you here, my lord?""What would it
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10: Discourtesy At It's Peak

To Ophelia's utter dismay, the castle was booming with guests who wanted to welcome Finlay for his survival and arrival. The man had numerous friends. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Plus the ones who openly talked about large-breasted women they've bedded at the pleasure house, and the ones who made fun of her being sterile in front of Finlay. And they would all laugh, leaving her with a lost appetite and a pain-pierced heart. Of course, Finlay's laughter was always the loudest. Because of such in the past, she deliberately avoided them, claiming she wasn't feeling too well. On the contrary, Finlay had been ignoring her since the previous evening when she mentioned his mistress, Elodie. Or maybe he didn't want to see the sight of her because there was nothing useful about her. She didn't believe any of the words he told her last night.Not to talk of how disturbing it was to settle and be Luna once more;One. The impending endless meetings she would host with Crimson Paw women.Two
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